Posts Tagged ‘fries


It’s Like Doublemint Gum.

Periodically the urge to try something different hits me. You know, not always the same digital stuff (although even that’s getting more interesting these days too, thanks to Joe and the little Photoshop tricks he’s been teaching me).

Anyway, it means dusting off the old Olympus Pen EF that a friend gave me some time back. She’d found it in the trash while she was living in Japan and it served her well for a long time. The reason it’s such a neat little box is that it shoots half frame images on 35mm film. This makes it perfect for making diptychs in-camera.

Here are a few I did last week on a cheap test roll. I’m planning on shooting something more like fashion on slower film to see what I get. I have high hopes.

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Light Fare At Can-Can.

I carry a camera of one type or another with me all the time. Occasionally, it’s a film camera. There’s a romanticism to film that I like. Sometimes it’s a digital camera, a small point-and-shoot or a somewhat bulkier DSLR. I always have my phone with me, and you’ll have to remind me to show you some of the stuff I’ve seen with it sometime. Today, it was the DSLR.

I was meeting an old friend, the one who blogs. I’d cancelled on her earlier this week and, after giving me no end of e-shame (to include a blog post about standing her up, after which she went on a proper date, thankyouverymuch), we conspired to meet at what I’d almost blithely described as “the French place in Carytown,” Can-Can.

Though it’s been a bit drizzly here in Richmond lately, the light’s been beautiful. There’s so much to see, when you know what to look for. I figured that the light would be nice near the front of the restaurant to snap a few images for fun. In fact, every time I pass that place I marvel to myself how wonderful it would be to shoot a real portrait there, and then I never do. And I didn’t today.


What I did shoot however, were some images of the space, which always makes me wish my wife and I had more time to just lay about and spend money without a care in the world. Sadly, we have to work. But in addition to having beautiful light and being a fun place hang out and have a lazy Paulaner, Can-Can has great food.

We noshed and talked about old times and old acquaintances and did a fair amount of people watching, after which we parted ways. The general manager knows both of us from restaurant circles and bade us a nice evening as we left.


As I come to the end of this post, it occurs to me that there may even be a “she said” version of these events, and so there is. Check it out and have a good weekend.


Sometimes They Just Call To Me.

“Scott,” they say, “Come to us!”
French fries, for me, are rather like the pancakes in this short story by Leszek Kolakowski.

“Pancakes with syrup tend to have vicious natures. Their behavior is at once cowardly and sly, and they have no understanding of deeper things. They often weep (and everyone knows that there is nothing worse than a weeping pancake), and as soon as you turn your back, they cackle maliciously. They also play many unexpected pranks that often ruffle one’s serenity…”

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Shot with the gracious assistance of the kindly folks over at Brainchild Collective. We played with a bunch of other ideas on this day to include gumdrops and Jolly Ranchers® and coins but nothing really amazed me.


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